Top shelf BC in action, well captured. Send pics to your 'Elf and Safety nazis who will no doubt string him up for blocking emergency fire exits etc. *Choking victims lying in a clusterf*ck of broken wheelchairs and elastic BC exercise chords*.

A 'junior' member of staff (she's not in age and has merely never progressed from her position in 15 years with the company) on one of our smaller teams announced she was reluctantly leaving with great fanfare via an 'ALL STAFF' email that reached approx. 1,000 members of staff in London, and approx. 500 in the U.K. and Channel Islands, FIVE WEEKS before she was actually due to leave - no doubt to seriously MILK it for all it's worth.

In my office that's a cardinal sin to start with as we all receive enough tossy emails without our inboxes being CLOGGED with unnecessary GUFF.

To give you an idea of the type of lady we're talking about here whenever I read this thread and 'CRISPS' is mentioned this woman pops into my head.

Her self imposed five week leaving carnival came to a close with the customary open invite work drinks at the local whereby she reserved the prime area, put her card behind the bar, spent all afternoon DOLLING herself up and left especially early to capture the prime spot for herself and waited....

And waited....

And waited....

The thing is so many people in the office stop in there on the way to the tube or just in general that there's nearly always c50 or so people from the office there at any given time, more on a Thursday which this was.

I was mooching past around 6.30, she'd been there since 5 expectantly, and there were 3 people with her.

The worst part was the next day/morning. She made a HUGE fuss about coming in late hungover and dressed like some BEHEMOTH bee in a stripy yellow and black top bumbling around and eating everything in sight like a bear emerging early from hibernation.

Around 11 am her husband and daughter came in to help her take all her accumulated CRAP home with her.

Their offspring resembling the behavioural characteristics of a child raised by Wolves running a mock under desks as the husband plodded around and observed her feral activities without so much as a bye or leave for the client conversations and actual work she was disturbing.

This carried on for about an hour before their little caravan SODDED off into the night and the entire office sighed collective relief with no one none the wiser about what the f*ck she did.

What a BC.

I'm so sorry but I cannot let that go. It's "By your leave" and means to seek permission, usually to leave a room or an area/exit a meeting.

A 'junior' member of staff (she's not in age and has merely never progressed from her position in 15 years with the company) on one of our smaller teams announced she was reluctantly leaving with great fanfare via an 'ALL STAFF' email that reached approx. 1,000 members of staff in London, and approx. 500 in the U.K. and Channel Islands, FIVE WEEKS before she was actually due to leave - no doubt to seriously MILK it for all it's worth.

In my office that's a cardinal sin to start with as we all receive enough tossy emails without our inboxes being CLOGGED with unnecessary GUFF.

To give you an idea of the type of lady we're talking about here whenever I read this thread and 'CRISPS' is mentioned this woman pops into my head.

Her self imposed five week leaving carnival came to a close with the customary open invite work drinks at the local whereby she reserved the prime area, put her card behind the bar, spent all afternoon DOLLING herself up and left especially early to capture the prime spot for herself and waited....

And waited....

And waited....

The thing is so many people in the office stop in there on the way to the tube or just in general that there's nearly always c50 or so people from the office there at any given time, more on a Thursday which this was.

I was mooching past around 6.30, she'd been there since 5 expectantly, and there were 3 people with her.

The worst part was the next day/morning. She made a HUGE fuss about coming in late hungover and dressed like some BEHEMOTH bee in a stripy yellow and black top bumbling around and eating everything in sight like a bear emerging early from hibernation.

Around 11 am her husband and daughter came in to help her take all her accumulated CRAP home with her.

Their offspring resembling the behavioural characteristics of a child raised by Wolves running a mock under desks as the husband plodded around and observed her feral activities without so much as a bye or leave for the client conversations and actual work she was disturbing.

This carried on for about an hour before their little caravan SODDED off into the night and the entire office sighed collective relief with no one none the wiser about what the f*ck she did.

What a BC.

Marvellous Scenes, well reported - presume not too many people contributed to her leaving pressie?